those west faced
those west facedwalls of masonry and brickwork
that all wednesday were
damp darkened by rain wash
through all the hours of sunrise
today
those housefronts and market
stalls were shadow tinted
but now that sunless hue recedes
down those walls like a tide
now those walls are sunlight shaded
like mortar like mud at midday
go to that dark monastery where i live
and i’ll pay for your daily bread
walk like one who knows
the time between the shades is short
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